It’s an overcast and unseasonably cold morning in Fairfax. The day of Easter, the culmination of the Church’s liturgical calendar. No work today.
The colors are appearing. There are campaign signs all over our neighborhood, the cheerful sign of spring elections in Virginia’s cities and towns. (Fairfax City and Town of Vienna both vote on May 6).
The grass is finally starting to grow, with hints of blue bonnets peeping out. Yesterday, I fired up the tractor and mowed the yard. Nothing like the roar of a small engine to say: spring is here. We are alive.
The long season of Lent has finally come to a close. The Day of Resurrection is here.